EDDIE THE EAGLE
Down the steep slope they all swooshed swiftly down
And in the air they did their level best
To fly the greatest distance from the nest,
With matching talent sought to hold their own.
But one of them was different from the rest:
Unsure of life and limb he stood aloft,
He saw the piste below so white and soft
And, ruffled, hesitated in distress
Till this unsightly eaglet also curled,
With pebble glasses icing up his world,
His wooden frame into a crouching heap
And, taking off with blind ungainly leap,
With flailing arms flopped from his flapping flight
And conquered yet again his fear of heights.
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